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Chapter 6

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With a thud, Hiashi's belt whipped onto Neji's back, leaving an angry red welt in its place. Neji gritted his teeth, he wasn't about to give Hiashi the satisfaction of hearing him cry out in pain.

Ever since Hiashi woke he had be on a rampage through the mansion, searching for Hinata. He was in complete denial about her running off with Kiba. It was only when he had ransacked the whole house without finding a trace of her, was he forced to admit she was really gone. He then blamed it on Neji.

"You let her get away!-pant- You ungrateful little bastard! -Rasp- Now what am I to say to the Uchiha boy? No…you'll tell him! You tell him how you let her run off!" he said in between whips.

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Sasuke stared across the wide glass-n-chrome coffee table at the Hyuuga genius sitting opposite him, they where in the Hyuuga mansion living room and the air was thick with testosterone. The Uchiha prodigy and the Hyuuga genius were arch rivals in the business world, and their association didn't change much when it entered their personal lives either.

Sasuke narrowed his eyes; scrutinizing Neji –marble man- Hyuuga. He was a year older then Sasuke and was rumoured to be just as ruthless when it came to getting his way.

Sasuke doubted that.

No one knew the extent of Sasuke ruthlessness, they couldn't even guess. Most didn't know the half of what he did or would do for Sharingan productions to reach the top. The majority thought he was pretty hard-core ambitious already. Why else would he arrange his own marriage to a girl he never met-or was even attracted to- if he didn't want Uchiha success? But they were the ones who didn't know of his past deeds.

Sasuke had taken ruthlessness to a whole other level…and he wasn't even done yet.

He was never meant to be the heir to the Uchiha fortune or the Sharingan productions. He was never meant to be solely responsible for the Uchiha blood line. That was his older brother's job, but that was before he found out that Itachi had run off to join a weapons company and abandoned the family business. He ran off leaving his little brother with his eccentric uncle Madara right after the death of their parents…it had taken 5 years to find him and force him to explain…but it had be worth it. They were closer then ever now.

During those hate filled years though, he had done things no decent person would ever do. First he had his uncle declared mentally incompetent, so that the Uchiha fortune would be handed over to him, along with the running of Sharingan productions. His uncle had a split personality disorder, but he was far from incompetent. Sasuke had only done this out of childish sibling rivalry to spite his wayward brother.

If familial ingratitude wasn't bad enough, he went to train under a known two-faced scum-bag, the legendary snake Orochimaru; who resorted to the worst and dirtiest underhanded tricks to get a step up in the business world, even if it meant destroying someone's life and their home. He enjoyed causing fear in others, and often blackmailed and bribed people with power. He was also a child molester. Sasuke basically sold his soul to the devil when he became Orochimaru's apprentice.

In the end, he found he didn't need Orochimaru anymore. In the end, he was competition. In the end, Sasuke killed him.

Neji, no matter how hard he tried could never be as ambitious or as ruthless as Sasuke. After all it was Neji who was risking everything he had for an unimportant girl.

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Neji felt Sasuke's perceptive gaze burning a hole in his forehead, as though the younger boy was trying to read his thoughts. He glared coolly back at him and loudly cleared his throat "Look…the thing is you can't marry Hinata!" he said bluntly, cutting right to the chase. He really didn't want to go into the gritty details, but he knew it was futile to hope the Uchiha boy wouldn't ask. "He'd be stupid not too!" he thought quietly to himself.

Sasuke frowned and struggled to keep his face impassive. What was Neji playing at? If he had adopted the role of protective older cousin, Sasuke wasn't buying it. From what his research told him, Neji wasn't that close to Hinata, in fact the report had told him that Neji looked down on his younger cousin, and was almost as bad as Hiashi for putting her down and comparing her to Hanabi. "What are you trying to say? What do you mean I can't marry Hinata-san?" he asked fighting to keep his voice even.

Hanabi watched in wry amusement as Sasuke face darkened in anger. It was the only good thing to come out of a situation like this.

Neji sighed and placed his head in his hands. He didn't want to do this, but the Uchiha boy would find out eventually, and if Neji didn't tell him now Sasuke would make him regret it later. He glanced over the back of the leather couch at Hanabi who was chuckling darkly at Sasuke's foul mood. "There would be no help coming from her corner anytime soon" he thought resignedly to himself.

Finally he forced himself to sit up straight and looked directly into the Uchiha boy's pure black onyx eyes, and began to explain what had occurred. Though he avoided mentioning where she had gone, if Hiashi couldn't get that information out of him by torture, then Sasuke's dead pan glare certainly wasn't going to make him talk. Neji wouldn't sell out his cousin this time, he was no better then her. They had both cheated on their fiancés, and if he sold her out now he would be a hypocrite.

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Hinata stared out the open guest window at the sprawling fields that bordered Kiba's home. "It's so different from my house" she sighed wistfully to herself as her gaze swept over the wildflowers that coated the hills. Hinata had always loved Kiba's house and land. Whenever the opportunity presented itself Hinata would take long leisurely strolls through the tall grasses, or picnic on the hill tops with Kiba. She stared dreamily out into the distance overcome with waves of nostalgia as she remembered those fun filled evening watching the sunset with her best friend.

A hesitant knock disturbed her from her recollections. She turned in time to see the door open a crack and Kiba's head poke around the corner, "hey Hina-chan, you wanna go for a walk?" he asked with a wolfish grin spreading across his face at the thought of them being alone together. Ever since he had brought her home his mother had made it her mission to keep them under constant supervision, and when Kiba asked her to leave them alone for a little; his mother had walloped him across the head and told him if thought he was going to make her a grandmother at only 43, he had an other think coming!

He winched at the thought of it. He still had a bruise the size of a golf ball on his head, so he wasn't about to get caught at home alone with Hinata. He wasn't that stupid or suicidal…. Though looking at her silhouette in the window, with her raven-wing hair wafting lightly about her face from draught, she might be worth it. He had taken a beaten for her already, "once more wouldn't really make a difference!" he thought devilishly to himself as he slowly shut the door behind him.

Hinata tilted her head to the left, her eyebrow cocked in question; as she watched Kiba slink across the room. "Uh…Kiba-kun, I thought we were going for a walk?" she asked, puzzled by the slightly creepy smirk that was plastered to his face. Then quick as lighting he grabbed her and swung her down onto the bed, pinning her hands above her head with one of his large, rough hands, as he straddled her waist.

He chuckled huskily and lowered his head till his lips brushed against her earlobe, "I can think of something better to do…!" Hinata gulped, heat flaring to her face at his suggestion. She glanced anxiously from the door back to Kiba… if his mother were to catch them…

Kiba could almost see the internal debate that was raging inside of her, trying to come up with a decision. He rolled his eyes. Why was she always so goddamn indecisive? Not giving her a chance to make up her mind he captured her lips with his, plundering her mouth with his tongue. Slowly as though not to frighten her, he toyed with the hem of her lavender-checked blouse, sliding it up to reveal her taut midriff.

A grin stretched across his face as he felt her moan of pleasure vibrate against his bottom lip. He began tracing circles on the silky smooth skin of her stomach, gently tickling her belly-button, causing her to giggle vulnerably. He, himself laughed along with her, as her giggle fest had sent a tingling feeling coursing through his lips.

He raked his teeth along her full bottom lip. Her lips were as succulent as ripe red cherries, and as delicate as rose petals. He was afraid if he pressed to hard he would break the fragile skin. He gradually pushed her blouse further up her torso to expose her lace clad breasts.

He inhaled sharply at the sight of them. It was obvious that Hinata was well endowed in the cleavage area, but to see her ample breast with nothing but scraps of lace clinging to them was altogether more arousing then he could have imagined.

Hinata whimpered as Kiba brushed one hand across her generous chest and delved under the fabric of her bra, his agile fingers finding and rolling a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She couldn't help but moan lasciviously.

Kiba grinned mischievously down at her "you like that do you?" lightly pinching her nipple causing her to gasp at his vulgar behaviour.

She managed to whisper "you're unbelievable!" before he stole her lips with his own. His hand seemed to be everywhere at once now, at her shoulder, tugging the offending blouse off, sliding behind her back to unclip her bra, while his left hand –that had once held hers pinned above her head- descended down her body to massage a pert breast. He pulled her soft, supple form against him, his arousal evident against her abdomen, as he trailed soft kisses along her neck.

Hinata felt a moments panic and embarrassment flare up inside of her, as his kisses travelled downward toward her cleavage. She pulled away from him, her eyes downcast, "Kiba… I-I'm afraid I'm not very experienced at this sort of thing…" she half-giggled, half-stammered in her nervousness.

Kiba buried his face in her black-velvet hair, inhaling her vanilla-lavender scent. His hands where at her waist now, madly tugging at the fiddly top button of her jeans. "It's alright Hina…" he whispered silkily in her ear, "I always did like vanilla!"

She sighed and leaned her head to one side, allowing him to continue the journey from her lips to her breasts.

Hinata's hands were busy themselves; she undid his belt and his hands briefly left her, as she slipped his short-sleeved shirt from his shoulders, where it landed in puddle on the ground. She cautiously pulled his fly down and watched in awe as his fully erected member flopped out, and wagged against her stomach like an elated puppy's tail. She wriggled her other hand down between their bodies, hesitantly slid her thumb over the silken tip of his shaft. She was apprehensive but extremely curious about his reaction to her.

Kiba growled softly at the sudden contact. The slit off his penis was weeping pre-cum by now, so Hinata tentatively moistened her thumb with it, and spread over the sensitive tip of his straining erection. He was panting heavily at the abundant attention she was bestowing on his most intimate of parts.

Hinata pulled back from his kiss and gazed up at him; she arched a plucked eyebrow skyward and smirked with renewed confidence. Then slipping out from under him, she flipped him on his back, and situated herself between his knees, skimming her hands over his hips and thighs as she did so.

She glanced at him with an impish gleam in her pearlescent lavender-tinted eyes and tugged his trousers off, letting them thump softly to the floor. She turned her attention back to his distended shaft, flicking the tip of her dainty tongue gingerly across the slit, tasting the salty sweetness of him. He moaned in enraptured response. She took the head into her mouth, lavishing her tongue around it, allowing him to fill her whole mouth.

"Oh Kami, that's good…that's feels so fucking good!" his voice a hoarse growl. Kiba's hands hovered at her shoulders; trying to hold himself steady.

Hinata captured half his length within her mouth, while wrapping her hands around the bottom and began pumping. She drew back leisurely, grazing her teeth against him. Kiba gripped faintly at her shoulders and inhaled with a sharp hiss of pleasure.

She released his cock, earning a groan of frustration from Kiba at the absence of her mouth, and tickled her tongue along the base of the sensitive juncture in front of his balls, driving him feral with lust. She licked, kissed, and sucked each one gently, feeling how heavy and full they were.

Kiba threaded his fingers through her black-sapphire locks and simply laid back, eyes half closed, absorbing the rapturous sensations that ran roughshod over his sensitized flesh. A shiver of pleasure ran up his spine as she licked her way down his inner thigh. Tangling his fist more tightly in her hair, he resisted the urge to pull her up to him. He would let Hinata dictate the pace of their encounter.

Hinata manoeuvred herself back up to his throbbing cock. She suckled lovingly on the tip before taking him entirely into her mouth. Kiba groaned loudly and gripped her head as she swallowed him, adoring the feel of him filling her whole mouth, and then slowly pulled back grazing her teeth along the length of his shaft, repeating, and sucking so hard it seemed she would swallow his whole. "Oh Hina…Hina…!" he moaned, "I'm gonna-"

Before he could finish his sentence, the bedroom door was flung open with a resounding CRACK! "IF YOU COMPLETE THAT ACTION INUZUKA KIBA, I WILL PERSONALLY STRING YOU UP BY YOUR BALLS!"

Hinata leaped away from Kiba as though she had been electrocuted. Kiba scrambled up into a sitting position, wrapping the bed sheets around his waist trying to preserve the last shred of dignity he possessed.

His mother stood, framed impressively by the door way, with the draught from the open window causing her wild locks to stir like the snakes of medusa's hair. Her towering fury gave her new height and a sinister aura leaked from her body, and coked the room with its poisonous fumes.

Kiba's once erected penis deflated instantly, while Hinata struggled to put her blouse back on. He steadily made his way toward the edge of the bed and without taking his eyes off his mother's imposing figure. He quickly groped, one-handed, around the floor at the foot of the bed searching for his trousers. On finding them he hastily wrenched them on, and risked a glance at Hinata; her eyes were filled with unshed tears of mortification and her face was beet-red.

Kiba felt a bubble of hysteria build in his chest. It was too much. He couldn't contain it any longer. It was the same feeling you get when you're being scolded by a teacher and you have the most irresistible and highly inappropriate urge to laugh -even though it's not that funny-. He bit down hard on his lower lip, and prayed that he could hold it in till his mother left the room.

His mother's face was twisted into a horrid snarl of disgust, and if looks could kill Kiba would be hanging from the rafters. That did it. As if a volcano had erupted in the pit of his gut, laughter spilt from his mouth like molten lava. And as soon as he started laughing, Hinata burst into hysterical giggles.

It was ridicules, the situation wasn't funny; it was potentially deadly…and there they were laughing, like the idiots they are!

The snarl dropped from Tsume's face, to be replaced by a bitter, calculating mask of pure wrath.

Kiba immediately sobered. He knew that look. It was the same look his mother had worn the night she ran his father out of town…the "I'm-gonna-beat-you-with-the-frying-pan" look.

Hinata, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, struggled to stifle her giggles with her fist.

Tsume glared between the two hormonal teenagers, who had broke the only; and easily followed rule in the house. They would have to be punished. Just a scare though. There was no point in trying to beat it into them; Kiba's skull was probably too thick anyway, considering the fact that he had already been beaten for this kind of behaviour before. "Stay here…I'm going to get the frying pan!" she said keeping her voice deadly clam.

The hairs on the back of Kiba's neck rose when his mother utter those word. They were the same word she had said when she caught his father cheating in their marital bed. "I'm dead…" he though pathetically. He looked over at Hinata as he heard her audibly gulp. He would have to get them out of here. They'd have to run….at least until his mother cooled off. "She wouldn't really kill us…I think!"

He hastily jumped off the bed; all the while listening for his mother's returning footsteps and grabbed Hinata by the hand. "Hina I think it would be best if we left the house for awhile…until my mam cools down!" he whispered, giving her a reassuring smirk and her hand a consoling squeeze. He led her petrified form over to the open window and pointed downward, "I recon if we jump, we could land on the dog-house, and then make a break for it into the fields!" he said with a surprising amount of enthusiasm for someone who was about to beaten round the head with a fry-pan.

Hinata followed his gaze and smiled softly, all the fear and embarrassment from earlier seemed to drain away as she gazed out onto the rolling pasture of wild flowers. Hinata knew Tsume-san wouldn't really hurt them; she was only trying to teach them a lesson.

She nodded in agreement and allowed Kiba to give her a leg-up onto the window sill. It would be just like the old days, when they would sneak out to see each other after curfew.

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Sorry for the delay!^_^'

this is my first time writing smut and it was really hard to find the words (I'm a closet prevert)!

i hope i did ok?

oh...and school work has really piled on so it may take awhile for the next chapter! sorry!

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